Ethan’s POV

My phone buzzed in my pocket, pulling me from my thoughts. I glanced at the screen and saw Marcus’s name flashing. With a sigh, I answered.

“Ethan,” Marcus’s voice came through, thick with concern, “how’s Katelyn?”

I leaned back in the hospital chair, my eyes flickering to Katelyn’s sleeping form. She looked so peaceful, but the bruises and bandages told a different story.

“She’s stable,” I replied quietly. “Still recovering from the accident. Lucas is ...